I love shitty music. I really, truly do. You throw a bunch of chimpanzees in a room with a dozen bottles of banana rum, some live guitars hooked up to Marshall stacks, and a few microphones, I'll buy their album.Chances are that album would sound something like Sex Bomb Baby by Flipper, only with less attitude and slightly worse lyrics.
The only thing stopping the chimpanzees is that whole language barrier, which is a shame really. As great as primitive screeches and howls would sound on record, it just wouldn't be able to match the poetic genius of a chorus like "Sex bomb baby, yeah"--which also happens to be the only lyric in the entire song, repeated over and over until the song finally craps out five minutes later.
This is advanced stuff right here. Hell, even the Stooges wrote verses and bridges, and they became the blueprint for everything once the world finally caught up. But in the wake of Flipper, that shit just sounds overproduced.
Thankfully, we weren't forced to wait another dozen years for the rock world to pick up on their genius. Unlike Iggy and his crew, these guys were instantly realized for the living legends they were, and within a few years they had an entire army of like-minded savants carrying on their vision, demolishing everything in their path and making every other band in the world sound like the insignificant pieces of shit they really were.
Sex bomb baby. Yeah.
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